Page 40 of Reckless Harmony

“Does it matter? Can I join you or not?”

He stared at her for long seconds, the hot water drumming against his ribcage before he opened the shower door. Her smile widened, and he sucked in a harsh breath when she whipped off her t-shirt and dropped it on the floor.

She was naked under the shirt, and he studied her tight body, his gaze lingering on her breasts before dropping to her pussy. His cock hardened, and he resisted the urge to fist it as Rayna stepped into the shower with him and closed the door.

Her body pressed against his, and he made a low moan as she said, “Tight fit in here, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely.

“Turn around, please,” she said.

He turned to face her, his cock brushing against her flat abdomen. She reached out and gripped him in her hand. He groaned, his hips jutting forward as she stroked him with a long, slow motion of her hand. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” he muttered, slapping one hand against the tile wall as he rocked his hips into her.

“It’s so nice of you to let me use your shower,” she murmured as she leaned forward and brushed her nipples against his chest. “A thank you isn’t really enough, is it?”

“What did you have in mind?” he gritted out before cupping one firm breast and toying with her nipple. Her back arched, and her soft moan made him want to come all over her damn hand.

“I don’t know,” she said, giving him a bold smile. “What do you want?”

“Your mouth,” he said without hesitating.

She sank to her knees immediately, and he wound his hand into her hair. She stared up at him, and he used his free hand to rub his thumb over her lips. “Open for me, Rayna.”

She opened, and he slid his cock deep into her mouth, gasping when she sucked hard, and he was immediately on the verge of coming. “Oh fuck, baby, wait. Just wait… or I’ll come in your … fuuuuck!”

Stark leaned against the shower wall, one hand stroking his cock hard and furious, his body shaking as he came hard. His entire body shuddering, he stared at his cum swirling down the drain before straightening. He glanced behind him, a fucked up part of him half expecting to see Rayna standing behind him in the shower.

“Fuck,” he said, staring at his softening cock. Having a sex fantasy in the shower about his goddamn enemy was not how he’d planned to start his Tuesday morning. His body still shaking, he quickly rinsed off in the now cool water and turned off the shower.

What the hell was wrong with him? Wanting to fuck the woman who was making his life hell and thwarting his plans was bullshit. He wasn’t some adolescent school boy for fuck’s sake.

He dried off, wrapped the towel around his waist, and stepped into the bedroom. He needed to get his thoughts and his fucking dick under control before…

He stopped, staring blankly at Molly’s food dish. He’d given her wet food before getting into the shower, just like he did every morning, but she hadn’t eaten it. She usually had licked the damn bowl clean by the time he got out of the shower. He turned around to stare at the bed, unease rippling through him. After eating breakfast, Molly would always lounge on the bed waiting for him.

Over the past five days, he and the cat had fallen into a routine. Molly spent most of her time with the kittens, but after every meal, she’d seek him out to demand petting. His initial refusal had proved futile since Molly just followed him around and bumped into him or climbed into his lap or wound around his legs, meowing and purring until he gave in and petted her. And while he would never admit this, he was starting to enjoy the little cat’s soft chirps and purrs and even the feel of her scratchy tongue when she licked his hand affectionately.

“Cat?” he said in the direction of the closet. “Why are you being weird?”

There was no answering meow, and now the unease turned to worry. Molly always chirped, purred, or meowed when she heard his voice. Always. Christ, had she gotten outside somehow?

His stomach a tight knot, he hurried over to the closet and opened the door wide. Relief swept through him when he saw Molly lying in the box with her babies. “Jesus Christ, cat, you scared the shit out of me. I thought you’d gotten out and… cat?”

He frowned when Molly continued to lie quietly, and he crouched in front of the box. “Molly?”

He touched her soft fur, and she opened her eyes to stare at him before closing them. She didn’t purr, and she didn’t open her eyes again when he scratched her cheek. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

She abruptly stood and jumped out of the box, but his relief was short lived when she made a hwucking sound and threw up on the floor. She gave him a look of pure misery before jumping onto his bed and lying down. He petted her a few times, and when she rolled to her side, he stared at her belly. One of her nipples looked bright red, and he touched the skin around it lightly with his finger. It was hot and hard to the touch, and he could have sworn pain crossed Molly’s face.

“It’s okay, Molly,” he said, his worry deepening. “Hold on, I’ll get you some help. It’s okay, sweetie.”

He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and scrolled to Rayna’s number before hitting the call button.

CHAPTER 16

“Sorry, sweet girl, I know that hurts.” Rayna pressed gently on Molly’s nipple again as Stark hovered behind her.

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